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And preſently ſend him a letter,
and tell him what pain and ſmart;
Lately cauſed by his abſence,
which makes me in tears complain,
For why, I ſhall never be happy,
till Billy comes home again.

My heart it has more upon it,
than a maid is able to bear;
I'll ſit down and ſing a ſonnet
of Billy my only dear:
Each night I dream that I’m with him,
in tempeſt of wind and rain;
But O if I could but ſee him,
then I ſhould be happy again.

Now Bedlam I will ſplit aſunder,
hark, hark how the chamber rings,
The eagle’s neſt I will plunder,
and borrow her ſpreading wings:
I’ll mount the wide air for my jewel
and ſwiftly fly over the main;
Though fortune at preſent be cruel,
I hope I ſhall ſee him again.

As ſhe in tears was lamenting,
the young man a letter had penn'd,
And ſent it away to his diſcontented,
by the hand of a faithful friend:
It was writ by thine own dear jewel,
I'd have thee no more to complain;
Though fortune at preſent be cruel,
I hope that we ſhall meet again.